bells go off like waiting food
warnings, gods and minor keys
one glass one street one bus away
from a pretty blond man
in a suit-uniform crying
into his phone
I don’t think today worked
for anyone
some days are just meant
for failing to pass
like me, miss half finished
life and everything like it
are meant for the living
not undead spirit walkers
waiting for days to pass
when he who was will return
soon, never, always, for a day, im waiting
join me for twenty four hours
of ghost song and teach me again
of time so precious
I waste every minute
making a blameless today
digging sandpaper hands in
at stupid advicelive in the minute
and I’ll make it duller than a comalive for tomorrow
and I’ll start spilling bloodlive for yesterday
okay
ive got nothing left to lose
and I’m keeping it that way